Word had it that there was a snowy owl flying in the fields and that it looked great with the sunset behind him. A birder gave us this tip and the coordinates for the location in the middle of farmland. But there were fields and fields and fields, all covered in snow. We thought we would never find one, but then my owl-whisperer friend saw this snowy waaaaay far away down a private road. So we set up tripods and waited and waited and finally he turned his head around and looked at us. But he never flew.
